Future
Broadway, Los Angeles, 09/08/09Sometimes you get stuck and you do wonder where you're headed and you think you wouldn't mind maybe having your cards read or fortune told, your future foretold (bold strokes, general outline), get a handle on what's going on, what to look out for and what to look forward to.
But don't call that number. Or if you do , be careful. As you might imagine, there are one, possibly two really shrewd card reader-psychics out there who know how to scare you half to death with a story that will get you to buy a deceptively ordinary looking but extremely expensive candle which will be your Only Hope as far as preventing a Terrible Destiny and Saving your Immortal Soul is concerned. Then, hundreds and hundreds of dollars on your credit card later you still won't be able to sleep at night. Trust me. Even if they offer to throw in the live chicken for the sacrificial offering at no extra charge. Don't do it.
On the other hand, who doesn't think about fame and fortune and not really fortune or even fame either, but more just that nagging question of "What next?" or "How on earth am I going to pay the rent?" Now, obviously, if you're looking to find God and merge with the Ultimate Reality you probably should be packed and ready to go at any moment, but if you have some ambition or a list of things you still want to accomplish then you no doubt want to live forever, or at least for a very very long time.
Me, I'm on the fence. I think I've sort of taken the 1904 of it as far as I can. In case you haven't noticed, this is (how shall I put it?) a rather "overdetermined" site, with a host of rules about the use of photography and references both historical and timely, subtext, leit motifs, certain phrasing and allusions and ... well, and so on and so forth. Seriously. And although what I have to confess may shock you, I must take that risk and tell you that lately I find myself stuck. Yes, and wondering where I'm going with it all.
I'm working on some other things, though. I'm not completely done done. Just, maybe done with some of it.
And yes, I've been here before. What I'm thinking of doing this time is stepping back, so to speak, by a few years that is, and turning my attentions to another project with signficantly wider appeal and hence more attractive to a broader audience. For your ease and convenience I would post a link here, you see, which would take you to a new blog completely devoted to The Yellow Book. I happen to have a set in my library, which as you might appreciate, will make the task a little easier for me, though naturally I enjoy a challenge, no matter how arduous or fraught with danger.
What do you think?
Wherever you go so go I! Methinks your photography and commentary on the present need not a base in The Yellow Book. I wonder if it's drawing and maintaining too much of a distance between you and your readers. Your photos are evocative and might be enough of a theme to draw in new blood and create a livelier forum. Hugs!
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oh, goddamnit, i haven't even read this yet...i'm so jealous of the picture.
shit.
but w/love.
xxx
bd
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I'm good at writing some stuff, miserable at writing others. So what do I write? WHATEVER I FEEL LIKE. Seriously, it's your muse: say what needs to be said, and know that your fans will follow you wherever.
And you know I've already told you, after one of your brilliant Didier posts, you write world-class escapist fare.
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oh my goodness.
what do i think? these are funny and smart...and important. that's what i think.
i'm going to let you in on a secret...i don't know what the yellow book is. truly, i don't care...as long as there is something here for me to read every morning, almost every morning.
as for the fortune telling part...my grandmother was a fortune teller, a card reader. old deck cards, nothing fancy, hearts, spades, clubs, diamonds. she had it slightly backwards. she was the frightened one. people had to light candles for her. when she died at 91, in san francisco, 500 people came to her funeral. she was reputed to be a sear. i do love to throw that in my father's face. i don't remember if she read for me...too young i think. she did ask my divorced mother (she was my father's mother) once, 'who is the man i see standing in your kitchen?'
if you'd known my mother, it would be funny. i wondered from then on why so many people came to see her.
i also wished she'd stayed around for those hard times, times i could have used her 'vision'.
i did look into the 'yellow book'. fine. do that. please don't leave me out here alone....
xxx
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I like your irony and consider any subject worth reading if it can takes you, and me as a reader, to care and question... to connect and disconnect.
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Since you introduced me to Huysmans SO many years ago (By the way, I still have that ragged paperback, it's cover slightly torn & soiled around the edges…) & as it would give you an opportunity to change the blog background color to yellow, I say ~ why not…
I never pass up the opportunity for a little interior re-decoration.
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